Lyrics:
Y'all still putting batteries in niggas backs and power by they salaries
Should see 'em when the camera's off, you know the drill
Hear the wrong thing
repentin' in the form of a rhyme
I know the lord's a forgiver, hope he'll forgive me in time
Who are you to tell me
I'm not warm enough for summertime?
Screaming in flames, down from the sky,
That's how he comes in my dream.
Trail of tortured souls, a black boiling wake.
A ghost ridden string with
of your word
Breeding life in the heast of silence
Humming a tune of orchestral essence
Meeting with you in the still of creation
motivational shit
And it usually ends up going something like this
My first day, without you in my life
Things felt strange, a bit deranged
Even so, I hope
the god that stole my life
I am still alive in here but don't know how to die
Emptiness and tortured awash in misery
My body craves another fix I just
motivational shit
And it usually ends up going something like this...
( Chorus )
My first day, without you in my life
Things felt strange, a bit deranged
Even
lungs are full
I hit the bull in his eye if he ain't ready to see
That in the land of the blind, the devil holds the key
Basically it's about slavery
the first bar
I had you shitting in your pants
And now we're opponents in events
Still display incompetence
And if they can't get it done
I call it verbal
up
Early in the game, said I was too young
Kool Herc gave her the work
Had her too sprung he passed her off so the
Youngsters can hit her
Baddest bitch
all smoke cigarettes
By Wednesday I'll be smoking one too
My brother said he don't know me anymore
What the hell am I supposed to do?
Sometimes I still
getting lit
Five in the morning Whatsapp said where you at
Still in the club text back I'm nearly there
Knowing good and well I got bitches here that I'm
Drowsy eyes covered up by Ray bans on these a.m. flights
Tell that kid to cut it from what I've seen to what he seen this shit is day and night
Type
kings
No longer speaking words if I properly know what it means
They say he flowing like the autumn leaves
Still say I’m mean but I ain’t talking trees
who I am
I'm still trying to figure that out
3
I don't love myself
I realized I don't give a fuck about myself
I chose everything over myself
I gave all
Brazier than YG
Put henny in the IV
We drinking til
The sun come out
To tell me
Do some rapping nigga
Kicking it wit Hodgy
My ocky never ID
He
Like hide and seek but we stay still like freeze-tag
And we don't wanna make a move, we just stay in our bag
Some of us get put in a body bag
But we
he'll be in love with her forever
Which is the story, the plot or the theme?
The ice on the Hudson flows upstream
And somehow, sometimes, flows down
out in tidals
But still it's vital i watch the dogs taste it
I'll re-invent time just so i can waste it
Running down the yellow brick (Not correct -
the tree up by it's roots
it's shade no longer full
the fish hide in the longest reeds
ignoring their own rules
it's gone/gone/gone
spinning a new parasol
windows down, I can still hear the gospel choir singing
I stayed in the car, and the light from the stained-glass window didn't reach me
The cicadas are
these groceries
Still strong enough to raise your offspring to be kings
Even though we never got a single dollar from my dad
You gave me everything you
on the acid had me splitting my brain I'm past it
But still man its fuck that pastor, all them lies that he preach gonna trap you
Might nut on her face then
mouth
Coldest in the game, but still repping the south
How she calling me trash when I'm taking her out
With my pen like this the whole game should be
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